Chapter Thirty Six
Meeting With The Dean
On Monday our morning routine repeats. Exercise, my thirty minutes of condescension in administering an enema and bath, shampooing and setting the hair, applying makeup... for the Dean most frilly and garish.
I coat Christy’s crevice with Vaseline as always, but use a turkey baster to squeeze an inordinate quantity of slickness well within her puckered anus. She’ll be exuding the unguent throughout most of the day, constantly reminding her of being so facilely opened and cleansed there.
Christy by now knows to gather the cleansed Posey cuffs and posture collar from the washing machine, bringing such with her to dry in the shed while awaiting her return from school.
She walks funny, the gobs of grease having the desired effect... anal awarenes
